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Posted: Thursday, December 18th, 2003, 2:13am EST From: my parents' house in Dollard-des-Ormeaux (Montreal), Quebec, Canada Esta artículo está dispuesto en ESPAÑOL. Haz clic aquí. So where was I one year ago? In Montezuma, Costa Rica, with my buddy David Valicenti. We'd just spent two-three days in the capital city of San Jose, and we decided to head out to the Pacific coast (Peninsula de Nicoya), for some relaxation, some beers, some good parties, and some surfing. In the end, Montezuma turned out to be a bit Gringolandia, the parties weren't all that good, and the surfing wasn't exactly *in* the town (you need to go to Malpaís). So we changed things around a bit - David splurged on a nice hotel room with WARM WATER, that was a real treat for me. We both agreed to go cheap the next night, by pitching our tents on the beach and spending the night there. We explored the jungle around Montezuma, stopping first at the famed waterfalls, and then spending three hours hiking up and down the mountainside looking for a supposed "second" waterfalls that were four times as high! We never found them, but what we did find was quite pleasant. We came across an area of the river that had several large pools with mini falls. Swimming in these was a delight, and the cascading water was like a cold, unrelenting massage on sore shoulder and back muscles. We also spotted a monkey high up in the trees, and got a fantastic view of the Pacific Ocean from a plateau at the mid-point of the hike. So, what's my point? In traveling, you come across unexpected situations that force you to make a spur-of-the-moment decision that can change your whole itinerary. And this is where the fun is, not knowing what you'll find at the end of the new, unplanned adventure. You do something spontaneous, you learn something new, and you leave something to come back and visit for the next time. In daily life, here in Montreal, or in Montezuma, C.R., or anywhere for that matter, life doesn't have to be a routine. You can throw something new into the mix. Tonight, as I was returning home from a night of 20-cent chicken wings at Clyde's, I marveled at the incredible beauty of the falling snow. If any of you reading this were up at around midnight, and happened to be outside, you'd be agreeing with me right now. The trees were heavily weighted down with snow, the streets were white, the air was without wind, and thick with falling flakes. How could you let a night like this pass you up? I absolutely had to find some way to take advantage of it, to appreciate it. Seize the day, right? My dog, Mickey, was a willing partner, so I took him for a W-A-L-K to the nearby park. We wrestled in the snow, we beat each other up, and he chased me through the snow drifts. It is in a moment like this where you sort of get to step back, step out of your shoes, and reflect on things. This "down time" affords you the chance to see your life through a glass window. You need to have one of these every once in a while, I think, to keep things in perspective. My last one was September 23rd, 2003. |
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